Richard Alfred

Biography

Urmston born Salford raised Poet and Actor
my poems rarely reflect how I feel on any kind of personal level I like to write about broken hearts dark dreams and things of beauty and sadness....

Samples

And
And I walk this street every day of my life
visit the same old places
see the self-same sorry faces
trapped by expression of a useless life
Derailed, abject, lost,
fucked before they even stood a chance
hours traded gladly for a high just to get by
Just to make another fuckin day not last
And he could be from another decade
snot nose covered head to toe
in shit and grime 8 maybe 9
fatherless no doubt, mother
mostly not around
Innocent now only just.
And Beneath the bristle
eyes sapphire blue meet mine
and we two, see cabbage white
silk wings, and something passes
two hearts stop to hold one breath
till at last he claps and she
beats away for us
just me and him
a butterfly
Kite
How did i ever arrive,
this place this age?
I was never meant to be
here alone.
Memories too beautiful
to now make so sad.
Remember the kite,
but the colour is gone.
How I wish I could summon
the wind from that day to
Blow these feelings away
Cruel impossible
Love.
Wonder in youth
now old in regret
decide. I will never
find my perfect other.
Thinking herself happy
or sad, still lost
never able to find me
nor me her.
Wife, a mother alone
maybe, given up long
ago the hopeless search
for her perfect other me.
Did she find solace in
just making do?
Forging contentment
as so many before.
Wild flowers countless
meadows fill. Unique
beauty, each smell a heaven.
So alike are we, individual
In flawed perfection. Emotional
sentient beings no two
a thumb print, save the
one will never find.
Certainty in middle years
feeling you close.
Foolish daydreams,
now cynical older sees truth.
Dull the years, death closer,
fate set sure in failure.
Perfect other, symbiotic
light to shade mirror cast.
Two halves never a whole.
A mapless journey,
Indefatigable unknown my
search. Wasted agony.
One for each of us
No more
Cruel impossible
Love.

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Comments

I'm good Richard thank you - haven't seen you for a while - have our paths failed to cross or are you keeping a low profile :-) - I'm at the Cadence festival afternoon in June and going to Bolton on Sunday - are you at either of those?

Hello Richard.
Danes Dyke - yes. In fact, we've just had a week at Sewerby.
The boats? I'm sure I will have as a kid. I'm absolutely certain about the Hispaniola, though; and bashing the Germans in Peasholm Park!

you're nearly right - I'm on at Cadence on 18th July - it is my book launch event (book is titled 'A Step Towards Winter')but it isn;t really baseds around Poe - although 'That Which Autumn Leaves' is in the collection and a couple of the other poems are quite dark. Hope your reading of 'In The Belly Of The Whale' went down well :-) look forward to meeting you at Cadence
Ian

Glad you liked "Filey" Richard. You're right about so many of those other Yorkshire coast towns (I'm not so sure about Brid, though!). The attraction of Filey for me personally is its memories rather than any intrinsic character.

Thought your Blackpool poem had gone mate,was looking for it then found it here.'Sweet smell from pink hair to eat.Clowns of glass,elephants and rock.' Love it,but didnt it have a posting of its own with the brill pic?
I could taste the candyfloss,feel its sticky sweetness as I read this.'Charm,romance,beauty!nostalgia'

stella jones

Fri 10th May 2013 15:52

Thanks for that comment on my write..pleased you found something within that struck a chord.

I have been enjoying your writes, I saw on tv those elephants in Blackpool, holding tails. :(

Hello, dear Richard! Thank you very much for commenting on " The Autumn Is Coming". I would love you to check out some of my poems (when time permits of course) at http:www.poetryfromodessa123.jimdo.com and ...would really appreciate your opinion and feedback. With warmest wishes, Larisa